On Writing

By jasperhatsoff

Fri, 07 Sep 2012
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My thoughts are not
Flowing
From my fingertips.
Clammy palmed I
Clunk the keys
With hands which
Do not meet
My mind and think
Of nothing more than
The side of the chair as
It digs into my thigh, and
My thoughts
Circling now,
Fasten onto this
Point and burn
A hole in
My leg.

Like a mantra it tells me
Icannotdothisicannotdothis.
The words go nowhere
Mean nothing
But I believe them.
Swarming undefined
And dark
In the crouch of my mind
The pinpricks of something,
Finding nowhere to alight,
Fizzle
And fall. Broken winged,
They turn to ash.
I don’t think I will ever have
Another idea again.

I must harness my thoughts
I must put my finger
Upon their tightly wound
Knots
And draw them out
On white paper.
Once visible,
Once I can touch them,
They will unfurl and
Find their forms,
Become something separate
From me.
I need to let them be
What they want to be.
I peer behind my eyes. See
The bright spots
Of fireflies.

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Submitted by Sooz006 on
Circling now, Personally, I'd lose the now here. My thoughts, circling, Fasten to this I think we've all been there. What gets me is not having an empty mind, but the times when you know exactly where you're going next, you have it all mapped out in your head... but you're just too lazy to sit and write it. That's where I am at the moment Loved the frustration in this one.